Suddenly, but not so suddenly for it to be a surpise, Ashlea heard the whooshing that only a flying dagger could make! she promptly ducked for cover, with a shocked yell of, "HOLY CRAPOMOLY!"

The dagger went flying around the room in circles, for reasons unknown. Wow, must've been an enchanted dagger or something. All of a sudden, it burst into flame and fell to the ground.

"Ooooh..."

Eliza looked at the ashes that the dagger left over. When I flied through the room it managed to cut her below the shoulder so the glinting red liquid that was included in the ashes, Eliza could only assume was hers. She started to laugh, "What a neat party trick!"

Ashlea looked at Eliza's arm and gasped, not in horror, but how cool it was! "That's so cool!"

A sharp scream broke out and she looked down, seeing a little turtle emerge from the blade. "...That's...weird..." she bent down and picked up the turtle, petting it, "Awww! aren't you a pretty kitty! I shall name you Pretty Kitty!" Ashlea then hugged the turtle to her chest, probably squeezing the life from it. All of a sudden, Harry Potter burst into the dorms, fountains of tears falling from his eyes. "YOU KILLED DRACO, YOU BASTARDS!111"

Eliza looked at Harry with an, "WTF!" look that is amazingly possible. Harry was breathing deeply, seems as though he was running for a very long time. "How the fark did you get in here..?" Eliza asked. She was rather confused. After all, wernt they just in her place called "Home" and now apparently they were in a dorm.

Harry gained his composer and put his hands on his hips then spoke in a high not one bit intimidating voice, "Eh, hello? This is Griffindor tower. Uh duh! But-but that's not the point! You killed DRACO!1111" He pointed his finger at Eliza.

Eliza laughed then moved his arm so the finger now pointed at Ash, who was still choking the poor turtle.

Ashlea let the turtle go, the creature running head first into a wall. Apparently, the girl had blinded him. Oh, woe is the poor pretty kitty turtle! the girl turned back to the matter at hand and saw a puffy eyed Harry Potter staring at her with rage...and sadness?

"Oh, great. Don't tell me Simple Plan has a new cd out."

Ashlea rubbed her forehead in annoyance. Scar face stared, perfect tears falling from his crystal green eyes, oh how they sparkled in their intensity!

Eliza sat in one of the cosy chairs that the Griffindor dormitory held and watched what she thought would be a great battle of the death between Harry and Ashlea.

Harry lunged Ashlea, while in a fit of sobs. He was good as multi tasking. Shock! The girl caught him by the arm as he swung a punch at her, wands forgotten and she threw him over her shoulder. "Boy goes SPLAT!" she laughed, because it was funny. To her. Harry, indeed, went splat!

Eliza had conjured up some popcorn and while taking a bite, spat half of it out and broke in a fit of giggles.

She figured out what the rest of this fight would consist of so she decided to inspect the boys dormitory for her own reasons. When she reached the room she expected Harry laid in she turned the door handle.. with her hand! And entered the room then ran towards the nearest trunk.

There was a cloak.. A dark cloak.

Eliza liked jacked so she snatched it out of the trunk and threw it on then ran down the stairs back to where the fight was held. All the while not realizing that the cloak she wore.. was the invisibility cloak!111

After officially 'owning' Harry with her mad ninja skills, Ashlea contemplated chopping him up into little pieces and doing away with him, as she had done earlier to Draco. "Hmmm...To chop up into little tiny pieces, or not to chop up into tiny little pieces!" she sighed, "It's such a difficult decision!" Completely obviously, was she, to Eliza who was hidden beneath the invisibility cloak!

After realizing Harry Potter, The Boy Who Lived, couldn't even survive in a battle against her dear friend Ashlea. Eliza thought it was rather funny. Because what she thinks must be known to all. She laughed. Oh yes, The Boy Who Lived, oh the irony.

Eliza's thoughts were usually muddled and un-comprehensionable and today was no difference.

Ashlea was shaken from her disturbing murderous thoughts, hearing laughter coming from thin air! she was then distracted once more by pesky thoughts, "Who the hell came up with 'thin air' how the hell would they know the difference between air thickness! and how can anything come from thin air! maybe there isn't such thing as air and we've all been decieved..." and Ashlea, being the obsessive compulsive thinker she was, became panicked, wondering if maybe she couldn't breathe at all, and that she was dying this VERY minute! "Holy crap! maybe I'm dying this very minute!" with her obsessive thoughts, came her obsessive tapping of a dagger, which she kept stabbing into Harry's eye without noticing.